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Teacher Fang Sishenfang's first basic education Chinese studies class was generally a success.

Of the 27 people on the list, except for three who left because they changed their studies to science, all the rest came.After all, it is an elective course in Chinese studies, there are no girls who cut stepped bangs, and there are no boys whose divergent thinking is sent to environmental protection and geography.

The students were very excited when they first met Mr. Shanxin, a tender face, and gossiped for 15 minutes.Fang Sishen answered every question, and if he couldn't answer it, it was inconvenient to say it bluntly. He let the boys and girls stalk, stalk, and sarcasm the general, except for the change of expression, his words remained unchanged.In desperation, he simply stood silently without saying a word or laughing.After all, they are half-grown children, thinking that the teacher can't hold back, so they all shut up.After seeing Teacher Fang's calm face, he returned to the subject, knowing that he was not really angry, winked at each other, gradually settled down, and began to listen to the class.

The Guoxue elective course of National No. [-] High School has a big hat, but the content is actually quite specific.The Chinese language group is in charge of this matter is an old teacher, who loves Ma Zizhang of Taishi Company the most in his life, and thinks that "half the Analects of Confucius governs the world" is better than "one volume of history books can understand the ancient and modern".What's more, telling stories is always easier to attract students than just telling the truth, so the topic is set as "Tai Shi Gong Shu".In the first school year, several Chinese teachers were recruited to take turns in class, and they taught more than a dozen extra-curricular topics in total.In the second academic year, entering the so-called special research and thesis writing stage, the school also understands that there are specializations in the field of study, so it decided to hire experts outside the school to serve as tutors.

Fang Sishen had no idea about the level of the students, and he was not sure what the final requirements would be, so he asked the old teacher for advice during the handover.The old gentleman shook his head and shook his head: "Beijing Normal University is a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden. In the year of the weak crown, the honor of the doctor, the younger generation is awesome... Chinese learning is the soul of our Daxia nation. Pass the torch from generation to generation, carry on the past and open up the future. There is a long way to go..." The last page was given to him A catalog of taught articles, a lesson plan full of "passing the torch is a long way to go", and no other reference materials.

With such a unique teacher, Fang Sishen felt that he should leave some impression on him.I recalled carefully, but even the name of the class tutor when I graduated that year was at a loss.

It can't be his fault.Thinking back to Fang Sishen, who was 16 years old at the time, it was not until three months before the college entrance examination that he obtained the student status of Guoyi High School as a transfer student and officially changed to his current name.It turned out that very few people knew about the slightly feminine name "He Zhirou", and no one mentioned it after that.The young man who returned to his father for just over a year, although he has various estrangements in his arms, understands that his father has gone to great lengths to seek help for his household registration and school registration. Deep down in his heart, he recognizes and even looks forward to the new name and new identity.

Of course, today is another matter.

Fang Sishen is the most rational only when he is reading a book, so his real life has been messed up by him.He himself neither admitted it nor pursued it, but he lived a safe life.The past events in his mind are all impression paintings, scenes of black and white movies, and the lessons learned are always limited.The disadvantage is that you will never be able to learn advanced skills such as sophistication and tact. The advantage is that you will not be too entangled in everything and look for troubles.

So he stopped automatically after a little recollection, and turned to thinking about how to prepare lessons.After thinking about it for two days, I decided to take one step at a time.

Teachers and students meet, the gossip is over.First ask if you still remember what you learned in the first grade, and all the disciples scrambled to come up with famous allusions such as "Farewell My Concubine", "Jing Ke Assassinates Qin", "Xiang Zhuang Sword Dance".After listening carefully, there are mostly unofficial history legends, and serious ancient texts are rare.There is only one student who corrects classmates' mistakes from time to time, and can quote the original text at key points, which is obviously outstanding.The other students seemed to be very used to it and convinced. Those who were corrected immediately changed their words without doubting it, while the rest all looked sideways in amazement.

Fang Sishen couldn't help but flipped through the roster, and took a second look at the boy named Liang Ruogu.He is thin and tall, sitting in the back row near the window, with a very straight appearance, and a pair of narrow-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.He looks very quiet when he is not speaking, but he habitually raises his head first when he speaks, immediately showing a bit of arrogance.

When Liang Ruogu corrected his classmate again with a little arrogance, and looked up at the podium slightly from his seat, Fang Sishen nodded with a smile and asked, "Do you remember all the lessons you have learned?"

"I have read the entire "Tai Shi Gong Shu" three times."

"Wow!" As expected, a burst of exaggerated exclamation erupted in the classroom.

"It's not easy!" Fang Sishen praised sincerely.

Liang Ruogu smiled, a little reserved and proud.

Next, Teacher Fang led the students to discuss together, and divided the learned articles into several topics, preparing to introduce some recognized research results by topic in the future.The students are very creative, sometimes "beauty chapter", "hero chapter", "villain chapter", sometimes "love version", "war version", "power plan version", which makes people feel that they have entered the XSB-TV film and television channel.

Then it discriminated and analyzed several basic concepts, and talked about research traditions and main methods.This part of the content is relatively boring, except for a few backbones represented by Liang Ruogu, the other students are a little drowsy.

In the last half hour, Fang Sishen was going to introduce two representative researchers.Biographies are always relatively interesting.However, unable to withstand the strong demands of the students, he had to tell the story of Tai Shigong's life in detail.

Speaking of being castrated, the classroom suddenly felt like a pot exploded.All the male disciples showed no signs of shyness, they asked the doctoral teacher about various details, and at the same time they debated enthusiastically.A few fierce female disciples also rose up against the table, arousing gossip and rumors, and their words were convincing, as if they had personally experienced it.Fang Sishen hadn't expected this battle anyway, and stood in front awkwardly, unable to speak.He simply didn't intend to intervene, and just stood by and waited.

I don’t know which student brought the topic to the famous sentence of last year’s Chinese writing in the college entrance examination that was circulated on the Internet, and someone immediately recited it in a lyrical tone: “Although Grandpa Sima was tortured many times, he endured time and time again. Suffering, and finally wrote the great "Taishi Gongshu" with tenacious perseverance..." "Grandpa Sima endured humiliation after being subjected to cruel castration, because he knew that there are three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest is to have no descendants"..."

"Pfft!" Fang Sishen was caught off guard when he heard such a hot comment about Sima Shi for the first time, and laughed with the students.

At this time, the get out of class bell rang.

Boys and girls packed their things in a hurry and rushed out, laughing and shouting at the podium: "Goodbye, teacher!" "You are so kind, teacher!" "We will miss you, teacher!"...

Fang Sishen couldn't keep up with the rhythm of puberty at all, and nodded mechanically: "Goodbye, goodbye."

Liang Ruogu walked to the podium and said politely, "Goodbye, teacher."

Several students next to him surrounded him, as if showing off their pride: "Teacher, do you know? Liang Ruogu is the number one talent in our liberal arts class! Ah, goodbye, teacher!"

Fang Sishen continued to nod mechanically: "Really? Ah, goodbye!"

A large group of people fought and made trouble out of the classroom, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared like a storm.

Fang Sishen breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly tidied up the textbooks and lesson plans.Three hours is more tiring than three days of lectures in a university for the elderly.Looking back on this half-day class, it seems that it is far from reaching the preset goal, but it is not as difficult to deal with as imagined.Comfort yourself: it is a rare and fresh experience.

Walking out of the high gate of the country, I found that the section from the school gate south to the subway entrance was crowded.Needless to say, on the road, vehicles of all sizes are piled up in disorder, and no one can move, honking each other's horns.Unscrupulous handouts of advertising leaflets shuttled in the middle of the road, colorful pieces of paper fluttering in the wind.Electric vehicles, tricycles, and bicycles are all squeezed onto the sidewalk, and pedestrians can only move sideways.

Fang Sishen lowered his head to pay attention to the road under his feet, and at the same time brushed away the hands that passed the leaflets, and walked forward cautiously.After walking a few steps, I noticed that there were adults and children all around me, and then I realized that the flyers handed over were all about "Gold Medal Class", "Sprint Class" and the like.Looking up, both sides of the road are covered with signs and advertisements of various training schools. It seems that the tutoring class ends at noon on weekends, and at the end of the elective courses of National No. [-] High School, parents and students flock out, causing this situation to be even worse than that on weekdays. peak congestion.

As people crowded into the subway, my forehead was already sweating, and I felt that I might not be able to avoid exercising like this every week in the future.

There are several pairs of mother and son, father, son, grandson and grandchildren around me, and the conversations are all "Do you understand what the teacher said?" "Is there any question that you can't do?" The monthly exam ranking has regressed again, let's see how you explain to your mother!" and so on.

Fang Sishen took off his flat glasses and put them in his T-shirt pocket.Seeing the thick lenses on the faces of two children less than ten years old, I felt deeply sympathetic.If this was a normal childhood, he sincerely felt that his seemingly abnormal childhood was much luckier.

Just rejoicing, my stomach growled.My sister doesn't work overtime on weekends, and no one is a host to eat in the cafeteria. When I get back to the dormitory, the school cafeteria will probably be closed.After thinking about it, I might as well get off the subway and turn to Ximen Snack Street to buy some dry food for lunch.Ximen is the most remote back door of Jingshi University. Like every university, there is an alley outside the door for students and other migrants to have fun, full of various stalls and hawkers.Fang Sishen seldom went there before, but recently he was particularly down and out. The price of sesame cakes for one yuan or eighty cents for each rose to become the main conflict in life, and it was rare to compare pennies and pennies.

Still on the side of the main road, people kept asking in low voices: "Do you want a license?" "Do you want an invoice?"Most of the salesmen are unemployed women, with babies in their arms and older ones running around in the alleys.Fang Sishen shook his head and refused all the way, avoiding the children running wildly with their noses dragging their noses, stepped over the dirty puddles on the road, squeezed to a staple food stall with a good business, and bought three green onion pancakes.

Freshly baked scallion pancakes are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, golden and oily, dotted with emerald green scallions, and fragrant.Eight cents for one, three for two and four.Fang Sishen chewed, and at the same time stuffed the found steel into his trouser pocket.When passing by the crippled beggar, he took it out again, bent down and put it into the can in front of him.

Going forward, the children who just ran madly ran back from behind, yelling.This time, each person holds a piece of biscuit, cheering like a Chinese New Year.Fang Sishen stood and watched for a while, thinking of their peers who attended remedial classes near National No. [-] High School, feeling a little emotional, wondering whose childhood deserved more sympathy.

Almost at the entrance of the dormitory building, the last piece of scallion pancake was left.Although it is cold, it is still a delicious meal for the hungry.While walking and chewing intently, someone suddenly said under the big tree beside the road: "Xiaosi."

The voice is not loud, but the familiar timbre and intonation have long been engraved in my heart.Fang Sishen was shocked, and the scallion cake almost fell to the ground.Turning around in a daze, he subconsciously opened his mouth, the word "Dad" stuck in his throat, and finally swallowed it.

Fang Duzhi felt a little sad when he saw him working hard from afar.At this time, I saw my son holding a piece of biscuit in both hands, the corners of his mouth were stained with chopped green onion, his face was full of panic, and he looked up and down, only to feel that he was much thinner than before, and all the resentment and reprimands in his stomach disappeared.

In the afternoon of the weekend, there were few pedestrians, and the dormitory area was silent.

The father and son stared blankly for a long time, neither of them said a word.

In the end, it was Fang Duzhi who spoke first: "I called you, why didn't you answer?"

"Ah...that..." Fang Sishen was about to reach out for his pocket, but realized that his hand was covered with scallion oil, and stopped again, wondering how his father got his number.Thinking of why the phone didn't ring, he explained: "The phone is silent, I didn't pay attention."

Ever since he had a big fight with his father on the eve of the postgraduate entrance examination, the cold war between the two has lasted for more than three years.

The reason on the surface is that Fang Sishen insisted on leaving the National Higher Humanities Institute, where his father was and also his alma mater, to apply for the National Academy of Chinese Studies of Jingshi University.The actual reason, except for that quarrel, after which the father and son faced each other, no one could tell.In short, Fang Sishen packed up his things and moved into the dormitory on the first day of his master's registration, and never returned home.

Although he knew that the capital is so big, he would go around and meet sooner or later, but he was stopped by his father on campus. With Fang Duzhi's current status, Fang Sishen never imagined it.

It is precisely because there is no mental preparation that the dialogue that has been interrupted for three years is easy to start.Like any conversation between father and son before their breakup, the father plays an absolutely dominant role.

"It's okay, what does Jingyin do. It's a big weekend, where did you go?"

"I..." My sister's teaching suddenly jumped out, Fang Sishen hurriedly said, "I'm on a date." He didn't think much before he said the words, but he became nervous after speaking, and looked at his father a little nervously.

"Really? There's a date..." Fang Duzhi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were a bit vicissitudes.

As if to ease his tension, Fang Sishen added: "I introduced it from my heart."

Fang Duzhi nodded, thinking to himself: So solemnly, I specially muted the phone.Staring at half a piece of pie in his son's hand, he asked, "Why don't we have a meal together on a date?"

With a buffer, Fang Sishen lied smoothly: "I ate it, I'm sorry to eat more, I'm not full."

Fang Duzhi couldn't help but laugh.Based on what he knew about his son, it was indeed his temper.He said unhappily, "What's the point of dating even if you can't get enough to eat?"

Fang Sishen remained silent.

Fang Duzhi sighed: "Let me ask you, why didn't you discuss such a big matter with me in advance?"

Of course Fang Sishen knew that he wasn't referring to dating.He blurted out: "I don't think it's necessary to discuss it with you." Seeing that his father's expression was wrong, he added, "I don't think it's a big deal."

Fang Duzhi stared at his son: "I am the first person in charge of the 'Golden Silk Project'. As an intern researcher who participated in the compilation of original materials, you discovered suspected perjury—"

"It's not suspected perjury." Fang Sishen interrupted him, "It's direct falsification."

"No matter what it is, if the experts in the research group can't handle it, they should report it to the responsible experts at the next higher level." Speaking of this, Fang Duzhi asked, "No matter what, you should tell me first, why did you disclose this in advance?" To the media?"

Fang Sishen immediately defended: "I reported it to my supervisor at the beginning. Professor Zhang Chunhua, who is directly in charge of the research group, said he would investigate and told me to leave it alone. After that, there was no further information. Every time I asked, he always said that he was still investigating. One day, I was stopped by a reporter from nowhere on the road and asked about this matter. I thought the research team had made public the results of the investigation, so I told my opinion truthfully. Who knew that the statement they issued was absolutely true. !"

Since then, under the vigorous promotion of the media, things have gotten out of hand.

During the two months of living in the dormitory after being hit hard, Fang Sishen slowly figured out that someone was deliberately messing up the water behind his back.Facing his father at this moment, a clue became clear in an instant, and the hidden truth was ready to be revealed. He stood there blankly, not knowing what to say next.

Fang Duzhi looked at the silly son in front of him, how could anyone feel at ease when he was so straightforward?The last time he was angry and hurt, he didn't recover for three years.What should I do this time?

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "I have to go. I have a meeting here today, and I have been looking for you all afternoon. You really are not in a hurry, and you still have time to date!" After a moment of silence, he said softly: "Little Si, come home. Dad is very worried about you." After speaking, he turned to leave, but suddenly turned back, took out a stack of facial tissues from the inside of the purse, and handed it to his son: "Wipe."

Looking at his father's back, Fang Sishen's nose hurts.Professor Fang Duzhi was famously handsome and elegant in the academic circle, but now he looked a little hunched from behind.

When I was feeling sad, in the "Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project" interim report written by the professor above in the "Journal of Humanities", my sister Hu Yixin circled the line with a red pen: "Continue to standardize the assessment system for project participants, and the business is not good. Those who are not cautious in their study style will be resolutely rejected", Leng Buding came to mind.Anger surged uncontrollably, Fang Sishen yelled at the back in front of him: "I'm not going home—"

The back froze, and continued to walk forward.

Fang Sishen stood there for a while, and found that he was still holding the napkin given by his father.After wiping off the scallion oil, he took out his phone, and the screen showed five missed calls.It's all the same number, so familiar.